12
An hour later, Chad eased out into the open. Whatever event had brought the locals to the park hadn’t lasted but the hour. Tanya had slept, curled up in his arms, her legs clamped so tightly around his hand that he couldn’t remove it. He’d been left in silence to consider what had just happened, but he wasn’t any wiser for all his thinking.
Some women gave themselves up to the act of s*x, but that was the key—the act of s*x. When he’d been with Tanya before, it had been a glorious romp. They’d used bathroom walls, balcony ledges, even going at it when the other one was driving a car. The best game he’d ever played.
He’d expected a rematch.
Instead Tanya had kissed him like she really meant it, meant it all the way down to her core. And rather than it being about the act of s*x, or e
